Hot water
Well now, this is a blog post that started off going one direction and changed course when I thought I was just about finished writing it!
Sunday morning in November. A clear, crisp morning, strangely quiet, the stillness only broken by a disgruntled neighbour furiously scraping half an inch of frost off his car windscreen before he can go anywhere. Why is it so quiet? I stick a tentative arm out from under the duvet and find out. » Read more